A Prayer for True Comfort - Your Daily Prayer - August 11, 2017

The hill of comfort is the hill that is called The Skull or Calvary; the house of consolation is built with the wood of the cross; the temple of heavenly blessing is based upon the riven rock--riven by the spear that pierced His side. No scene in sacred history ever gladdens the soul like Calvary's tragedy.

Light springs from the midday-midnight of Golgotha, and every herb of the field blooms sweetly beneath the shadow of the once accursed tree. In that place of thirst, grace has dug a fountain that runs continually with water pure as crystal, each drop capable of alleviating the woes of mankind. You who have had your seasons of conflict will confess that it was not at Olivet that you ever found comfort, not on the hill of Sinai, nor on Tabor; but Gethsemane and Golgotha have been a means of comfort to you. The bitter herbs of Gethsemane have often taken away the pains in your life; and the groans of Calvary yield rare and rich comfort.

We never would have known Christ's love in all its heights and depths if He had not died; nor could we guess the Father's deep affection if He had not given His Son to die. The common mercies we enjoy all sing of love, just as the seashell, when we put it to our ears, whispers the sounds of the deep sea from which it came; but if we desire to hear the ocean itself, we must not look at everyday blessings, but at the transactions of the crucifixion. If you want to know love, then go afresh to Calvary and see the Man of Sorrows die.

Heavenly Lord, may we never forget that neither height nor depth, nor angels nor demons, not even death itself can separate us from your love. As we meditate on your sacrifice and the grace you showed us, may we demonstrate the same compassion toward our neighbors. Amen.

Editor’s Note: The following is an abridged version of Comfort on the Hill by Alistair Begg. To read the full devotional, follow this link.